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From Kate Tempest to The Fall via Futurist Cake Treats and Miss World

Warning – This is a reading diary (part 3), not really a proper blog post, so you might find it boring. Kate Tempest’s Everybody Down is a potent reminder that listening to music should be an activity, not just turned … Continue reading

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Sorry, I Forgot Who I Was

When I was a pubescent schoolboy, confused and impatient my voice to drop octaves and gain a Blessed boom, I was often accused of deepening my voice when answering questions in class. I would avoid putting my hand up, something … Continue reading

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Not Only Will I Be Late for My Own Funeral, I might Skip It Entirely and lIve Furiously Forever

This is a dressing room blog, I’ve written it because I can’t concentrate on reading when it is 20 minutes before show off time. As the Northern Line train indicator comes into view, I see that it is three minutes … Continue reading

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Bleak Paragraphs in the Aldershot Dressing Room – Reading Diary part 2

This is a follow on to Thursday’s “What I read on Trains…” 19th September (A flashback to the West End Centre, Aldershot on Wednesday evening) Grace Petrie left her copy of Push (better known now as Precious) in the dressing … Continue reading

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There’s A Ghost in My Cemetery, And A Portent in My Dream

The last dream I had before I woke this morning involved my son being ill. I would imagine this is a reasonably typical dream when away from home and family. I texted a “good morning and how are you?” to … Continue reading

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What I Read On Trains… part one

I have decided to keep a reading diary. This might be one of my short-lived ventures, like my Chapter One blog posts from a few years ago. I skip through many books, flitting about and then forgetting what I have … Continue reading

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Would it All Have Been Different if it Had Been a Judas Hug

There is too much platonic kissing, I blame the European Union. Without Ted Heath’s approval, we would never have seen the rise of post modernism, smaller portions on squarer plates, and greeting and departing social kisses. I consider the hug … Continue reading

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